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Knowest thou such an one who doth vex thee with his verie looks, my Groundlynges? Your Will doth: Ben Jonson.

Will's Sonnet 43

Your Will hath passed a long day a-toiling, sweet Groundlyngs, but as I lay me down to sleep, I do but muse on my love for thee.

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Your Will doth finde that if a man speakes false, his storehouse of lies oft be filled from cellar to rooftop.

Sonnet 42

Here, sweete Goundlynges, thou mayest read mine sonnet 42, wherein I do mourn the pain of the scorned lover whose love and friend both hath betrayed him.

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When reason fails, mine Groundlynges, betimes a man might consider the "layinge of the handes."

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Wait say thee, ladies? Does the blood of man run cold once he hath wed?

Will's sonnet 41

Groundynges, hastow ever seen thy love challeng'd by a friend rather than foe? O, how such treacherie doth wound the verie soul of man!

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Betimes, your Will doth thinke it beste to thank the Lord that I am not Ben Jonson

Shakespeare's sonnet 40

Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 40, wherein your Will doth muse on the love one holds steadfast though a lover still doth wrong him.

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Your Will doth thinke but we have all suffer'd a tiresome lover, one too filled with black bile to warm the heart. If thou knowest such an one, feel thee free to tagge him here.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 39

Here, sweete Groundlynges, thou mayest behold your Will's sonnet 39, wherein I do muse on separation of the selfe from the object of one's love for the greater glorie of the loved.

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How like doth attract like, O mine Groundlyngs!

Sonnet 38

Here thou mayest observe mine sonnet 38, where the Youth becomes the tenth Muse.

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Your Will hath no hair but more wit than Ben Jonson.

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Your Will doth pray no rogue doth plague thee in suche a way as would trouble thee, fair Groundlynges. If thou dost have such a flea that bites thee, feel free to share this mine image or tagge him here.

Sonnet 37

Here, sweete Groundlyngs, thou mayest behold mine sonnet 37 wherein your Will doth consider the love and happiness one bears for another's success.

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Betimes, my sweete Groundlynges, your Will doth wish the rubbish didst toss itself.

Will's Goode Advice: Advice from Villians, Fools, or Fit for a Kinge

Oftimes your Will have found that those who crow their majestie loudest are another beast entirelie.

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Dost thou know such an one, oh mine Groundlyings? Your Will doth know many suche simple fools.

Sonnet 36

Behold, Groundlynges, mine sonnet 36, wherein your Will doth resign to the loss of a love.